Reclamation

Smoke, fire, and smoldering ashes arched up the sides of a crater. Lumps of stone and glass fused to her line of sight, making blurred patches in her vision.

"Nameless Powers!" she cried. "Nameless Powers preserve and forbid! What have they done!"

"Aria?" She didn't look away from the smoldering crater, but she still clearly saw Jay reach out a hand toward her. "Aria, what's happening? What has who done?"

Her shoulder shrugged impatiently. "I can't see Aienai Aria! I can't see Mother, or Eric. Where is Eric?"

Look here, and here.

Little Eye held Roof Beam's hand as they struggled to keep up with Nail, half-clambering, half-wading through the marshes. At the same time, Eyes Above hunched in front of her hearthstone while Storm Water fed fresh charcoal into the flames. At the same time, Eric rattled past in the back of the sledge while Teacher Heart drove the team through a landscape obscured by foul black smoke. Both of them had headcloths wrapped so that their faces were shielded from drifting ash.

"Aria," said Jay again. "Aria, can you hear me?"

"Yes," she said. With a little effort, she separated a piece of herself to focus on her own body. "I'm all right. I'm…" A thought surfaced. "Can I show him what I'm seeing?"

Yes. That is part of what the Eyes are for.

And Aria knew how it could be done. She focused on the crater. The Mind took the sight and gave it to one of the shadows behind the chamber wall. Aria watched the chamber and she watched the shadow's image paint itself behind the smooth wall. It formed itself from a film of the liquid held in the tubes. She looked at the smoking crater, and looked at the image of the crater on the wall and looked at Jay looking at it.

"Where is this?" asked Jay hoarsely.

"Narroways," said Aria, even though she hadn't known a moment ago. "The Vitae dropped a…" The words surfaced, from the stones or the Mind or her own memory, she didn't know. It didn't matter. "An incendiary device. A clean bomb."

Jay laid his hand on top of the image. Aria saw the lines of his palm, the prints of his fingertips and the flat white blobs where his skin pressed against the wall. "What you create you may some day be forced to destroy," he said, but he didn't speak Standard. Her ear heard gibberish, but the Mind did not. The Mind knew and so Aria knew, had known, always would know.

"But how?" she whispered.

There are others here who speak that way. I have been listening. I have neglected nothing. Aria saw a quartet of Vitae faces, leaning far too close to her. These are they.

Then Jay was a Vitae. Jay was Aunorante Sangh. She tried to feel horrified, or angry, but she couldn't. She could only feel delighted with herself and her newfound vision.

"Aria," said Jay. "What else can you see?"

"Everything," she said, and a warm rash of confidence filled her. "I can see everything."

Jay's breath quivered in the air. He rested lightly on her surface as he leaned toward her body. " Can you see Contractor Kelat?"

You can. Look here. Aria saw another chamber, almost a twin to the one she encompassed. In this one stood colorfully robed Vitae. They laid sca

A black-robed man (Contractor Kelat, she knew) stood with a trio in blue. They bustled around a capsule that reminded Aria of the one she had carried across Amaiar. Curious, she reached toward the room until she cupped herself around it. She looked down from the ceiling and inside the capsule; she saw her sister.

"Trail?" She strained her awareness, trying to feel her sister, but the capsule isolated her. She could feel nothing but the restless Vitae.

"You see Broken Trail?" asked Jay. "Show me."

Yes. Let us show him! The Mind's eagerness was so infectious that Aria didn't even hesitate. She looked hard at the chamber around Broken Trail until its image replaced Narroways' devastation on the wall in front of Jay.

A broad grin split the Skyman's face. "Too late," he said to the image. "They're too late, Kelat! We've won!" His voice dropped to a husky whisper and he struck her wall lightly with the side of his fist. "We have!"

The Vitae won? thought the part of Aria that was still lodged in her body. No. We came here to stop them. To save Trail.

What does it matter? crowed the Mind. They will let us work! They will let us see and hear and move again! We will be alive again! Pure, i

This despised one asks in what way she may serve?

A discordant jolt ran through her. The thought hadn't come from the Mind, but from her own memory. Her heart in her body, distant and small, skipped a beat. She was free as long as she served. That was what the Teachers told the Notouch. That was what the Notouch told each other, and now it was what the Mind told her, with such joy she could barely endure it, let alone deny it.

"But it's a lie," she whispered fiercely. "It's still a lie!"

No, no, don't be afraid, called the Mind. Don't go. Don't leave me here alone and blind.

Jay faced Aria's body. "It is no lie, Stone in the Wall," he said with the Vitae's incorruptible calm. "Now, I need you to secure this chamber. Close the hatches and make us safe."

The Mind sent a wave of sorrow through her.

"I can't," she said, and a tear prickled the corner of her eye. As the Mind fed the information into her she delivered it to Jay. "I am an Eye. I can see and show and know. I can move nothing macroscopic. You require a Hand."

Eric? Aria thought a little dazedly.

"A telekinetic?" asked Jay.

"Yes." Aria couldn't stop herself. It felt so good to answer his questions. She wanted him to ask more. She wanted to stretch herself out until she filled the entire world and saw all the heavens. She wanted him to ask her something difficult, something that would make her, make the Mind, make her, have to think hard. She wanted…

This despised one asks in what way she may serve?

No! howled the Mind. No! That is not how it is!

Its pain was nearly as blinding as its joy had been. Aria's body shuddered.

But I am right, she whispered inside her own, infinitesimally small mind. I am.

"Where is Eric Born now?" asked Jay. "Can you see him? Can you get a message to him?"

She could do it. Easy as breathing she could do it. She already knew how. But…

But…

"Aria?" Jay stepped closer to her. She felt his breath on her skin and her walls. "Aria, do it."

You can do it, the Mind urged her. It's easy. From a great height, she saw Eric through ash-filled air. He leaned out of the sledge, pointing up a rocky, thread-thin canyon. The dome canyon, she realized. He was almost to her.

Show him how easy it is.

But I do not want the Vitae here. I do not want to serve them. I do not want to serve anyone!

No! No! Not again!

Grief and fear raced through her, shaking her heart and soul. The Mind was remembering and its memory could fill the whole world. There had been centuries of bliss. The Hands and Eyes worked and the Mind worked for them and although they numbered in the hundreds of thousands, there was still more to be done than they could manage. There was always some new task, something new to see or think about. Endless work, endless joy in it.